my old friends who i deployed with were called in. while we were hanging out and chatting, i stood up and tried to go to the bathroom but all the doors were locked. i told them i can't get out, we looked outside the windows to see what was going on. we noticed folks on the outside in doctor-ish like garbs and observing us and making notes and stuff. i asked them what was going on and why wont they let us out, they just kept making notes. i realized we were in an asylum like place and treating us for PTSD but i told them im fine but they wouldnt listen. we were pretty much put into those crazy jackets but they had like metal hooks on top that they can hang on a conveyor belt that ran along the ceiling. try to imagine meat factories and stuff when they process food. while i was hanging all i see rows of veterans hanging going crazy and yelling. i managed to sneak away when all my friends were getting locked up and it pretty much became a metal gear solid game after that. the transition from a parks n recreations tone to a straight dark gloomy shutter island tone was pretty jarring.